Multiverse Networking

Chapter 6



Wolverine awoke in a cell.



This was a familiar situation to the former soldier, and he remained calm as her took in his surroundings.



Clean gray walls, a gray ceiling with a dim florescent light above his head, a gray metal door with a little window, and of course, the metal bed and tiny mattress he was currently resting on.



There was no one else in the room, and (despite his enhanced hearing) Logan could hear nothing from outside the room.

Wolverine had been in soundproof cells before, so this did not especially trouble him.



However, when Logan tried to move off his mattress, he realized this was different from most of the times he had been imprisoned.



For he had no control over his body from the neck down.





*****



Susan Zweller looked small and frail as she walked the streets of Neroka, but she strode with absolute confidence as she traveled through the capital city.



Aware of the city’s dangers, but unafraid of them.



For if Neroka’s predators attacked the little female, they would not find her easy prey.



As she approached a side street a black limousine stopped in front of her. Susan observed the company car for a minute, and then she got in.



“Take me back to the hotel” Zweller told the limo driver.

The limousine accelerated and headed towards the hotel as Susan took a small cell phone out of one of her suit pockets. She quickly dialed a number and then brought the phone up to her ear. Crisply intoning

“Angelus…we have a problem.”





*****



Angelus had been literally rebuilt to impose his company’s will on others.



The head of Corporate Security for Imperious Industries was 6-½ ft. tall, his body was covered by thick black armor plating, and a large helmet protected his head.

This helm was rounded and curved like that of an ancient samurai’s and filled with sophisticated sensory equipment.

While an angular mask covered Angelus’s face itself, the goggle shaped (blue) view ports and the long narrow opening at the bottom of the mask its only features.



Hidden from view were a wide variety of powerful weapons, the machines that served Angelus in the place of muscle and bone, and what remained of his organic tissue.



Few would imagine upon viewing this large cyborg that he was the descendant of Wood Elves, not that Angelus would care.



Thanks to his condition, many of the pleasures of the flesh were denied him, so all the elfin cyborg really cared about anymore were crushing his enemies and achieving victory on the battlefield.



However, at the moment more mundane matters occupied Angelus.

As the person responsible for company security, and one of the few people the CEO trusted (and perhaps the only he considered a friend) Angelus had been put in charge of overseeing the Iberian project (which was potentially the most profitable that Imperious Industries was currently conducting).



The Security Chief was operating out of a camp that I.I. (Imperious Industries) employees had constructed around the weapon building facility that they were building for the Iberian government (which was about 20 miles north of the capital in a heavily wooded area).



The tent filled with sophisticated sensory and communications equipment was not much of a temporary home, but when you’re an elf like Angelus you stop caring about the physical enmities so much.



One of the communications consoles suddenly beeped, indicating an important incoming call, Angelus sent the two employees he’d been talking to away and then pushed the RECEIVE button with his large index finger (which came to a sharp point).



“Angelus…we have a problem.”



The armored cyborg felt like pushing the CANCEL CALL button when he heard Susan Zweller’s voice.



Angelus didn’t doubt Susan’s ability, the woman had demonstrated a talent for manipulating people into giving the company more than they otherwise would have many times in the past. But, he didn’t trust the mentally twisted human (assuming you could still call her one) and resented the influence she seemed to have over the CEO.



However, he knew she didn’t like him either, and that she wouldn’t call him unless it was important.



“What problem Zweller?” the elf asked in his deep modulated voice.



“They say they can’t pay for the changes their demanding and I believe them,” Susan said crisply.



“WHAT!. and they are still expecting us to give them the weapons that quickly?” the cyborg replied furiously.



“Yes” Zweller answered coldly.



“Very well…I shall take the appropriate steps” Angelus said, then he pushed the END CALL button.



The CEO himself would have to be informed of this, immediately.





*****



The President of Iberia stood in her study, staring at a piece of paper in her right hand for a long moment.



Rosenthrall had just left the room, after telling President Chrissy Lera how much Imperious Industries wanted in order to get Iberia nuclear weapons within the next couple of days.



Iberia was much more prosperous than it was before Lera and her followers took over (something the drow never hesitated to take credit for) but it was still not a rich country, and there was no way it could pay this huge amount.



Rosenthrall had tried to negotiate for a more reasonable amount, but Susan Zweller had said that only the head of Imperious Industries himself could lower the price that much.



Chrissy let the paper with Imperious Industries impossible demands on it fall to the floor.



“Arrange a meeting with Imperious Dakar immediately” Chrissy told her Presidential aid, who was a short and somewhat fidgety young male vampire known as Alan Walker.



“But madam President he won’t…” the vampire started to nervously say.



“I don’t care…just do it” the worried dark elf necromancer screamed.



Alan Walker quickly ran out of the room.



Chrissy was not looking forward to meeting Imperious Dakar. For the founder and CEO of Imperious Industries was a technomancer, which left her particularly vulnerable to his power.

Technomancy was the combination of science and magic, and a skilled practitioner of the art could use magic to invade and control machines the way a hacker could manipulate a foreign computer (among other things).



Except for her eyes and the neural implant inside her brain Chrissy’s body was organic and natural. But if Dakar could subvert those things Imperious might be able to control the black elf’s vision, and her very thoughts as well.



Chrissy would have to have many more protective enchantments and spells cast upon herself before she felt secure meeting Imperious Dakar.





*****



Esme’s mistress had used the life energy she stole from the late Mind Flayer Rexion to heal the Stepford Cuckoo’s arm.



Now they were in a Neroka nightclub, although Esme had no idea why.



It was known as THE CRIMSON KISS, and it catered to vampires and those that enjoyed the company of the undead bloodsuckers.

With her red eyes, pale skin, and black leathers, Selene easily passed for the more common type of vampires at the club.



They mostly left Esme alone because the people at The Crimson Kiss assumed that the Stepford Cuckoo was the psychic vampire’s ‘companion.’



“Why the hell are we here Selene” Esme complained.



“Because this place is frequented by Marian Casta…and she is the ruler of Iberia’s bodyguard” the immortal mutant replied patiently.



“So…what’s that got to do with anything” the blonde telepath said petulantly.



“Casta is a vampire with a weakness for tender young flesh” Selene replied with a wicked grin.



“So your using me to get to this vampire…and this vampire to get to…” Esme began to exclaim in horrified realization.



“SILENCE…ignorant child…quit babbling like a fool…there are spies all around us” Selene telepathically sent.



“BUT YOUR RISKING ME TO MAKE SURE ITS SAFE FOR YOU AGAIN” Esme replied in the same manner.



“Of course…that’s what pawns are for after all” the psychic vampire replied in a cold mental voice.



Esme wanted to slap the superior look off Selene’s face, but she didn’t dare. So she settled for glaring at her instead.



However, the confrontation between mentor and disciple was interrupted by someone sitting down (without invitation) at their table.



At 50 years of age he was young for a vampire, and his pale Caucasian skin, black hair, and gleaming green eyes were common features at the club. His black leather pants and jacket were also nothing out of the ordinary. However, even for a vampire he had a noticeably arrogant swagger.



“So you ladies busy” the blood sucker asked with a grin. Taking in Selene’s luscious curves and Esme’s more petite form with a lustful gaze.



“Yes…now leave” Esme said, who took an instant dislike to the young vampire.



“Oh come on babe…give me a chance” the male predator said in a wheedling tone, as he stared directly into the Stepford Cuckoo’s eyes.



Esme didn’t have any experience dealing with vampires like him, so she foolishly met his gaze, and became vulnerable to his supernatural power.



As she became lost in his green gaze, the vampire smiled smugly at achieving dominance so quickly.



“Ahhhh” the impudent blood sucker screamed as Selene grasped one of his arms with crushing force.



This broke his hold on Esme, and the young mutant’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what just happened. Stunned that another psychic could dominate her so quickly and easily.



“Were not interested in anything you have to offer” Selene said imperiously as she cast the younger vampire to the floor.



“Damn…you could have just said so” the undead male muttered as he got to his feet and rubbed his bruised arm.



But as he walked away the vampire said under his breath (mostly to himself) “the stupid bitches are probably dykes anyway.”



Unfortunately for him, the Black Queen had excellent hearing.



Selene didn’t think she could afford to make in scene in a roomful of vampires (at least not yet). So she decided to track the young vampire down and kill him (slowly) later.





*****



Professor X and Jean Grey met Todd Williams’ parents outside the Xavier Institute’s main administrative building.



Charles Xavier was there in his role as headmaster of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, and Jean was there because she had been the one to recruit Todd for the Institute.



Jason and Serena Williams had arrived to pick up their son’s remains so that Todd could receive a proper burial.



Xavier was crisp and composed when he greeted them, but Jean’s clothes were rumpled and she was visibly tired.



The woman possessed by the Phoenix Force had not slept well the night before, and she was SO sick of having to tell parents that their children had died.



The meeting got off to a bad start.

The Williams were looking for someone to blame, and Professor X and Jean Grey made excellent targets.



“YOU BASTARDS WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT MY BOY…NOW HE’S DEAD!” Jason screamed in the headmaster’s face.



“Mister Williams you have every right to be upset…but we are not the ones who killed your boy…it was…” Xavier said patiently.



But Mr. Williams interrupted him saying sarcastically “oh yes…the mysterious assailant that nobody can tell us anything about…well that’s just not good enough…I’m going get to the bottom of this and…



Jason Williams continued to rant for some time. Threatening to call the police, sue the school, and even hire private investigators. All to punish the Institute staff for (what he regarded as) its incompetence and willful stupidity.



Professor X tried reasoning with the man in vain. Then he tried to appeal to the wife. But although she wasn’t nearly as loud or as rude as her husband, Serena was just as determined to make the Institute pay for her son’s death.



Eventually Charles Xavier just gave up.



“Enough…you realize that your son’s death was an unfortunate but unavoidable accident…you will mourn your child…but will get on with your lives and not seek to punish anyone for this tragedy…most importantly if you have any more mutant children you will look past this regrettable incident and send them here… and you will not consciously remember these commands” Charles Xavier telepathically commanded the psychically defenseless humans.



With their minds literally changed, Serena and Jason Williams soon left.



After they left, Charles looked to Jean Grey. Expecting the woman he had often regarded as his most idealistic student to raise some objection to this act of blatant mental manipulation.



But Jean said nothing.

She appeared to be brooding over something else, and made no comment about how he had handled the Williams.



“What could cause such a change”

The headmaster wondered.





*****



The only ones conscious in the infirmary were Celeste, Mindee, and Phoebe.



The Stepford Cuckoos had made sure that no one else (except for Sophie and Emma Frost of course) was in the infirmary before beginning their task.



Using the power of their group mind, it was easy for the blonde sisters to get past the outer defenses of Emma Frost’s mind.



However, now that the Five-in-One was currently diminished to the Three-in-One, the Cuckoos lacked the raw power to simply force Emma from her self imposed exile (from the outside world).



Emma Grace Frost continued to hide within the inner recesses of her own mind. Her favourite students tried demanding, begging, or pleading with Emma to come out. But the telepath ignored their unified psychic voice, too frightened of the inner demons that Phoenix had dredged up and empowered to emerge.



“Its no use…Miss Frost is too scared” the girls sighed in unison.

The Three-in-One considered giving up for a moment.



Their teacher clearly didn’t want to come out yet, maybe they should just let her stay the way she was.



“No…we need her” the Three-in-One decided.



The young telepaths knew what they were doing wasn’t working. So they decided to try a new tactic.



Celeste, Mindee, and Phoebe began searching through their teacher’s mind for reassuring and pleasant memories, to calm Emma’s spirit and coax her out of her shell.



To their shock the most recent memories that qualified were Emma’s of her telepathic dalliances with Scott Summers.



Initially the Stepfords considered stopping, repulsed by the thought of sharing their guardian’s romantic and erotic thoughts in this way.



“No…we can’t stop now” Phoebe cried out.



Celeste and Mindee stared at their sister in shock, this kind of assertiveness was very out of character for her.



But Phoebe wasn’t willing to stop now, for the memories of Frost’s affair with Cyclops seemed to be having an affect on Emma.



The former White Queen of the Hellfire Club was no longer making as much of an effort to hide from the Three-in-One’s presence in her mind.



Moreover, of all the three teenage girls, Phoebe was the one who found her current situation most intolerable.



Without Esme and Sophie she felt weak and vulnerable.



Phoebe HATED that feeling.



Miss Frost HAD to wake up and return Sophie and Esme to them. And Phoebe wasn’t going to let squeamishness get in the way of that.





Celeste and Mindee were unprepared for their sister’s surprising aggression, and Phoebe was able to temporarily dominate the Three-in-One.



Using their combined power, Phoebe was able to make Emma Frost relive her memories of telepathic love making with the X-Men team leader.



But none of the girls had any experience dealing with such a heady and confusing mixture of lust, psychic power, and psychological trauma.



Thus they were all unprepared for what happened next.



The Three-in-One was so deeply immersed in Emma Frost’s mind and the task of making her relive her most recent erotic adventure with Summers, that they found themselves drawn into it.



In the dream world they shared with Miss Frost, their body was toned, muscular, and..male.



Ordinarily such a thing would be horribly shocking to the Cuckoos, however at this point Celeste, Mindee, and Phoebe were too lost in the fantasy to notice.



The Three-in-One kissed Emma Frost’s full lips with Scott’s mouth, and cupped her large bare breasts in his big hands. They even rubbed the phantom memory of his cock against her smooth belly.



Lost in her memories of arousal and intimacy, Emma Frost’s heartbeat sped up, her breathing deepened and the area between her thighs moistened. The Three-in-One was even more affected.



Without their conscious knowledge or volition, the Stepford Cuckoos began to act out Scott Summers’ actions in the real world.



They stripped Emma of her blanket and hospital gown in few rapid movements (discarding their own clothing in a similar manner). Once their teacher lay naked before them the girls began to touch and fondle her the way that their masculine dream body was doing.



As Mindee and Celeste took Emma’s pink nipples into their mouths and began to suckle, Phoebe pressed her moist sex against the older woman’s. Trying to impale Frost on her phantom cock.



Emma moaned aloud.

In the face of such sensations and memories, she was too distracted and preoccupied to maintain the sort of mental isolation she had been imposing on herself.



The former leader of the Hellions couldn’t tell the difference between the wonderful hard body fucking her in her dreams, or the deliciously soft and rounded bodies making love to her in the here and now.



In the face of her own memories and lust, as well the Three-in-One’s power, Emma Frost found her fear and doubt fading. As she moved closer and closer to wakefulness.



But the Stepford Cuckoos didn’t care how close they were to their goal at the moment. They only wanted to satisfy the memory of Scott Summers lust.



Celeste and Mindee pressed their firm little breasts against Emma’s larger ones, feeling as though they were crushing the soft flesh against their masculine chest. While Phoebe began to slip her fingers between Emma’s vaginal lips.



Emma Frost began to pant now, as her student’s fingers sank deep into her interior. Rubbing against her vaginal walls in a way no woman had for a long time.



Then Phoebe pushed her sisters to the side a little so that they were laying on both sides of the bed with Emma in the middle. Phoebe pressed her sex against her teacher’s once more. Their vaginal lips touching together in the most intimate of kisses.



Phoebe panted as she felt her non-existent penis enter Emma, and press against the moist flesh within. The other members of the Three-in-One cried out as they felt their orgasm approaching.



Then the Three-in-One reached their peak just as Scott Summers had before.



Emma Frost’s eyes snapped open just as the illusionary cock flooded her womb with Scott and the Three-in-One’s phantom seed.





*****



Beast couldn’t believe the results at first.



He first received the information when he had the Shi'Ar developed A.I. in the Med Lab compare Sophie Stepford and Emma Frost’s readings for similarities. Hoping that the computer would pick up something that could give him the lead he needed to cure the women of their affliction.



But then the artificial intelligence told him something unbelievable.



Doctor McCoy double checked the data again and again. Comparing the tissue samples from Sophie and Emma himself and using the Shi'Ar derived computer to compare and contrast the information over and over again.



Finally, the blue furred mutant had to concede that the findings, (unbelievable as they seemed) were almost certainly accurate.



Sophie Stepford was Emma Frost’s biological daughter.



Which meant that Sophie’s identical twin sisters must be descended from Emma Frost too.